Well the wind died last night and we flopped like a fish out of water all day. Slowly the wind is coming back. Talked to the General and his advice for weather was to “just get yourself a glass of wine and put the fishing line out” classic general style. Which would have been helpful advice if I had wine and a fishing lure.
The sounds of silence, as I sit 300 miles off the coast becalmed after a quick passage, the silence is golden, just a splash, splash of water passing the hull, the occasional bird and that’s it, no sounds from the wind, which I miss, as that is the sound of miles passing under my keel. Music is off and I’m enjoying the last bit of sea peace. I lie in my bunk curled up with a great book, breathing in the peacefulness before the next mission ashore. A half moon shines brightly giving the sky a lovely glow. You have to stop and enjoy the peace while you can, for who knows when the next bit of peace will be.